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The red stain glares
Against the silver white,
Burning into my mind
Even as death's chill fingers
Find their grip around my spine.
A black void swallows my heart,
A thunderclap echoing around me,
Setting blood's red-smear
And silver-white
And utter black
Spinning and reeling about me,
Overwhelming my senses
Until, with a single great cry
My hands fly before my face,
A vain attempt to block this evil view
From my sight.
But it is still there.
Blood stain grows
And frost breath brushes across my cheek,
And the thunderclap relentlessly echoes
Over and over
Filling my mind.
and a tear begins to drop,
Freezing still
Before it hits
The blood-soaked ground.

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